Dear Laney,
Yesterday, while I went to an appointment with a real doctor, your dad took you to lunch at Wheat Montana:
Mom: How was it?
Dad: I did not have a good time.
Mom: Why not?
Dad: Because there was this table of old ladies that kept staring at us like I was doing everything wrong.
Mom: That's weird. Well, what did Laney have for lunch?
Dad: A grilled cheese...and a pickle...and a strawberry smoothie...and some chips...and a bite of my sandwich.
Mom: Maybe that's why they were staring.
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